A few days later I received a phone call from Paula. She commented how much she and Jerry had enjoyed my company. She then detailed how impressed she and Jerry had been with my cinematographic skill and professionalism at the wedding, and she wondered if I would be willing to film a private party at her residence next Saturday night. Always looking for opportunities to ply the skill that I was trained for, and always looking for additional income, I readily accepted. She told me that I should bring my camera and some lighting equipment, and that she and Jerry really looked forward to seeing me again.
I arrived at their home at 7:00. When Paula opened the door I was immediately mesmerized by her beauty. I had to focus just to say hello. She wore a long, free flowing summer dress that was tight enough to accent her hour glass curves, but loose enough to cascade around her and frustrate my desire to see more of her body. It was cinched at her waist by a broad leather belt. Her ample but suggestively firm breasts strained against her dress, gloriously stretching and pushing it out. The dress's combination of reveal and conceal was the ultimate in seduction. Its plunging neckline revealed part of her very sexy black lace and satin bra and, of course, some of the glory that was in it. The swell of her breast peeked through the top and her cleavage was hauntingly sexy. Her dress screamed everything that I love about women. Black high heels accented her shapely and well toned legs. She eagerly smiled and hugged me with gusto, pressing her chest against mine. She smelled heavenly, perfumed and unmistakably feminine.
Jerry appeared from around the corner. He was wearing casual kaki pants and a button down shirt. His wedding tuxedo had not augmented his athletic build; he clearly spent time working out, and I would later learn that he and Paula actually had a professionally designed home gym in the basement. They both took their physical health very seriously.
He too greeted me with a warm smile and a hand shake that turned into a friendly hug. They led me into the living room. As Paula walked in front of me, sunlight streamed in through a large window and shone through the thin fabric of her dress, making her dress essentially transparent and clearly outlining her magnificent legs through her dress. They had told me to come early so I could set up any equipment I needed before the other guests arrived, but strangely it did not look like they were about to have a party. For one, there was neither food nor bottles of alcohol or soda that I could see. Paula sat on the couch next to me, and Jerry sat in a chair across from me. He offered me some wine and then poured himself a glass. I took a drink of mine, and asked them if I should I get my camera and lights from the car.
Paula laughed nervously, and began to talk. "There is no party," she explained. "That was a ruse to get you to come over. I did not feel comfortable telling you the real reason for your invitation over the phone. As I mentioned to you during our phone conversation, Jerry and I were very impressed with your skill and professionalism at the wedding. And even more importantly, we felt that we had a wonderfully relaxed and honest chemistry with you. We have a favor to ask of you." At this point she paused, and nervously looked at Jerry, who told her she was doing great, and to just honestly tell me what they had planned. She nodded and continued," Jerry and I have tried video taping ourselves during, you know, our lovemaking, but it very difficult to get a quality product from one, stationary camera, and our lighting situation is also not conducive to getting a quality product. It is spotty and creates unflattering glares. We wanted someone with real skill to video tape us, and when we became so comfortable and friendly with you at the wedding, we thought maybe you would be willing to do for it us. We would, of course, pay you an appropriate fee plus a generous tip. What do you think?" she concluded.
I was completely surprised. Never would I have expected such a request. But as I thought about it, I relaxed. I needed the money, and I could think of a lot of worse things than seeing two beautiful people (who I had just fantasized about to a great orgasm just a few days ago no less) make love in the privacy of a safe home. "Ok, I'll do it," I said. "Mostly I'll just shoot the action as it naturally unfolds, but from time to time, when necessary, I will give directions to make sure you are very happy with the finished product."
Jerry helped me get my camera and lighting equipment from my car, and then helped me set everything up in the main bedroom. I acted like a professional director; taking light reading to make sure that the entire room was evenly and serenely lit. I wanted a soft, romantic mood, not a sterile, fluorescently lit porno set.
When the bedroom was ready, the three of us adjourned to the living room. All three of us were a little nervous, so we relaxed for a while, drank wine and listened to music. When the wine has rendered a nice glow to allay some of our nervousness, but not enough to dampen my ability to direct and film, we returned to the bedroom.
I asked them to stand in front of the bed, while I double checked to make sure the lighting was perfect. "Let's begin with a simple kiss," I said. "Then just do what comes naturally." Jerry and Paula embraced, body to body, and began kissing, tentatively at first, but slowly increased their passion. They no longer appeared to be the least bit nervous, as the wine, their arousal and the prospect of what would imminently unfold took control.
